History of National Football League Championship/1920-1932 - The Early Years

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    “The history of literature—take the net result of Tiraboshi, Warton, or Schlegel,—is a sum of a very few ideas, and of very few original tales,—all the rest being variation of these.”
    —Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    “Even today . . . experts, usually male, tell women how to be mothers and warn them that they should not have children if they have any intention of leaving their side in their early years. . . . Children don’t need parents’ full-time attendance or attention at any stage of their development. Many people will help take care of their needs, depending on who their parents are and how they chose to fulfill their roles.”
    —Stella Chess (20th century)

    “All history becomes subjective; in other words there is properly no history, only biography.”
    —Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    “Ignorance, forgetfulness, or contempt of the rights of man are the only causes of public misfortunes and of the corruption of governments.”
    —French National Assembly. Declaration of the Rights of Man (drafted and discussed Aug. 1789, published Sept. 1791)

    “In football they measure forty-yard sprints. Nobody runs forty yards in basketball. Maybe you run the ninety-four feet of the court; then you stop, not on a dime, but on Miss Liberty’s torch. In football you run over somebody’s face.”
    —Donald Hall (b. 1928)

    “Stereotypes fall in the face of humanity. You toodle along, thinking that all gay men wear leather after dark and should never, ever be permitted around a Little League field. And then one day your best friend from college, the one your kids adore, comes out to you.”
    —Anna Quindlen (b. 1952)

    “Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.”
    —F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)

    “I see the callus on his sole,
    The disappearing last of him
    And of his race starvation slim,
    Oh, years ago—ten thousand years.”
    —Robert Frost (1874–1963)